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| This page features "Sexxlaws" "Where It's At" "Totally Confused" and "Blackfire Choked Our Death" "Sexxlaws" Can't you hear those cavalry drums? Hijacking your equilibrium. Midnight hags in the mausoleumwhere the pixilated doctors moan. Carnivores in the Kowloon night. Breathin' freon by the candlelight. Coquettes *****-slap you so polite 'til you thank them for the tea and sympathy. I wanna defy the logic of all sex laws. Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists. I'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home. I'm a full-grown man but I'm not afraid to cry. Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine. Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line. Runnin' buck wild like a concubine whose mother never held her hand. Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz. Wearin' hepatitis contact lens. Bed and breakfast getaway. Weekends with Sports Illustrated moms. I wanna defy the logic of all sex laws. Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists. I'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home. I'm a full-grown man but I'm not afraid to cry. "Where It's At" There's a destination a little up the road. From the habitations and the towns we know. A place we saw the lights turn low. The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow. Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts. Two turntables and a microphone. Bottles and cans just clap your hands, just clap your hands. Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone. Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone. Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone. Where it's at! [Robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone. (Take me home with my elevator bones!) (That was a good drum break) Pick yourself up off the side of the road. With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones. Members only hyponotizers. Move through the room like ambulance drivers. Shine your shoes with your microphone blues. Hirsutes with your parachute fruits. Passing the dutchie from coast to coast. Like my man Gary Wilson rocks the most. Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone. Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone. [Man, spoken:] "What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?" Two turntables and a microphone. Two turntables and a microphone. Two turntables and a microphone. Two turntables and a microphone. Two turntables and a microphone. Two turntables and a microphone. Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone. Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone. Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town. [Girl, spoken:] "That's beautiful, Dad." (Got my microphone . . .) There's a destination a little up the road. From the habitations and the towns we know. A place we saw the lights turn low. The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow. Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts. Two turntables and a microphone. Bottles and cans and just clap your hands. And just clap your hands. Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone. Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone. I got plastic on my mind. (Make it out, baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's make it out, baby. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. (Scream) Telephone plastic baby. Ahh, so good. Oh, yeah. Let's play good. Ow ow ow ow ow. "Totally Confused" I'm totally confused . . . by you. I'm totally confused . . . by you. Ten foot man, makin my lunch. You'll never understand I want you so much. And I never never want it. And I never never want it. And I never never want it. And I never never want it. I'm totally confused . . . by you. I'm totally confused . . . by you. Screamin in my face, whisper in my ear. (Whispering) Put me in a suitcase, with the can of beer. (Pop) And I never never want it. And I never never want it. And I never never want it. And I never never want it. "Blackfire Choked Our Death" Lightning burned the field. Black fire choked our breath. In the kitchen sand poured through the walls. We looked to one another, the children shut their mouths. The whirling and the turning of destruction filled our house. The blood-thirsty yearning clamored all about us. Darkness rose up from the floor like a demon. Fearful of the death that buckled through our minds. Shaken to the core foresaken and unkind. Well the sun came a-shinin' and the dust did settle down. Birds and jack-rabbits lay dead on the ground. Electricity trembled in the sky. Sparks shot forward causing us to fly. Take some breakfast but the grit was in our food. And everywhere around us, starvation broke on through. My husband stood a-starin' at the plentiful disaster. God was in his eyes but death was in his heart. Dried up whiskey chickens in the house. Stolen car stereo cholesterol on your mouth. Stolen car stereo snowman all in flames. Deluxe cockroach tellin' me what's real. Black Sabbath playin', I wake up in my socks. Candle all a-burnin, her face is on TV. |
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